When Zhu Sheng woke up, Zhu Yan and Xia Yuanqiu were listening to the Luobei battle report.
"General Yao, the commander-in-chief of the three armies of the Northern Ming Kingdom, died mysteriously and violently three days ago. His body was hung on the city tower he occupied. Immediately, all the city gate guards were killed. The city gates were wide open. Our army took advantage of the situation and entered, recapturing the lost city in one fell swoop. Eighteen cities , has now recaptured twelve cities, and based on the battle reports obtained today, the Beiming Kingdom seems to be on the verge of retreating, and our Luobei army, which was rushing to Kyoto all the way, was stopped by a mysterious man in front of Yongmen Pass. Old King Rong and his staff died in battle, and the three armies were in chaos. Pingyang Hou led his troops and arrived in time. With the military talisman obtained by the mysterious man from the old King Rong, he temporarily took over the Luobei army, ordered the army to return to Luobei, listened to his orders, and united to expel the army. Fight the Beiming army on our border."
Zhu Yan clenched his fists and said: "Okay, great. My father-in-law and Senior Wenren are indeed very fast. They took back the city occupied by the Beiming Kingdom so quickly. The death of the old King Rong was not unjust. He died in their hands." Here, it’s an honor for this old guy.”
He originally planned to rush to Luobei today, but now it seems that there is no need to be in such a hurry.
Hearing a noise from behind, they both turned around and saw that Zhu Sheng had struggled to sit up. Zhu Yan rushed to the dragon bed, supported Zhu Sheng with one hand, took a soft pillow and placed it behind him. Help him lean down: "Your body is still weak, don't move around."
Zhu Sheng felt that his limbs had gained some strength. Looking at Zhu Yan's expression, he knew that his strange disease should be cured, so he asked, "What's wrong with me? What strange disease do I have?"
Xia Yuanqiu approached with a cup of tea, handed the tea to Zhu Yan, and said with a smile: "You are not a strange disease, you were poisoned by someone, but you are fine now, you can rest assured."
Zhu Sheng nodded, took the tea cup from Zhu Yan, and drank it all in one gulp. After lying in bed for a long time, his throat was very dry. After drinking the warm water, he felt better.
Zhu Sheng deliberately avoided looking and tried not to let his eyes linger on Xia Yuanqiu. He looked at Zhu Yan beside him and said, "Thanks to you these days!"
Zhu Yan hummed: "You also know that thanks to me, you are fine now. I don't care about these things. You can take care of it yourself."
Zhu Sheng frowned and said hurriedly: "You don't care? Then what are you going to do?"
Zhu Yan's beautiful peach blossom eyes flashed with murderous aura, and he said in a deep voice: "Beiming Kingdom bullies people too much. I will never swallow this bad breath. I will do whatever he did to our Xiliang Kingdom." Give it back and pay it back tenfold." He was originally the God of War on the battlefield. He hasn't established his authority at the border these years. Do you really think that he, the God of War, has retired
Xia Yuanqiu's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly thought that Zhu Yan wanted to go to war, but he didn't discuss it with her, and felt a little unhappy.
On the way back to Prince Jing's Mansion from the palace, Xia Yuanqiu remained silent, and Zhu Yan didn't say a word either. He knew Yuanqiu was angry, but he didn't know how to explain to her. He wanted to be by her side, but there was something on his shoulders. The burden of Xiliang Kingdom, when there was no war, he was an idle prince, but now, the enemy came to bully him, and he could no longer sit back and ignore his responsibilities.
This was probably the quietest carriage ride they had ever taken. Along the way, no one spoke or even made eye contact.
The carriage stopped in front of Prince Jing's Mansion. Xia Yuanqiu stood up and was about to get out of the car, but was hugged by Zhu Yan.
He hugged her tightly and fixed her in his arms, preventing her from moving!
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